Lazzamore
WAAAAAAAAAA-
The people of New Heaven woke up that morning to a dark sky and cold air. It was not early, and it should not be wintertime (even if it was, this was still rather cold.) No, the days were growing shorter, and the air colder. Every day a little more.
Three pillars loomed overhead: a faint, pale light flickered from them to make the morning air tolerable. The inside of the ship was an inverted sphere, land on the sides with gravity pushing out.
Outside the temple-city was dusty fields and plateaus stretching up and out into the clouded sky. Greyish brown with sand was it. “It used to be green once,” the elders would remark “Brighter than the moss on the temple-cities walls that provide the air. Ah, the days were longer, brighter, and warmer, then. Those were the days.”
By Mid-day the sun-pillars were fully lit, but somehow still strangely dim. It had never been this dark before. The people gathered outside the gates to the Inner Sanctum, with the seers and monks lived, to hear the address from the Grand Master himself. Dread and panic were in the air around the people, then Grand Master Typhera spoke.
“My People! my Brothers and Sisters! Friends and Parents and Children!” He cried. The air grew silent. “I have terrible news. I ask only for your courage against what I am about to tell you. the New Heaven is wounded! She and spoken to me to inform me of her wounds and asked for our help! We – Yes, I – have been betrayed. Arhibin the Master, and my friend, has for reason unknown to us attacked the new Heaven and tore away pieces of our ship. Today he and his team of traitors escaped custody to a nearby world, and only he knows where the New Heavens pieces have been sent.”
“But know that I mean not to dismay you, no... I mean to muster you to show courage and love and to protect your home! We will soon have a portal to this strange world opened, and I need all of you contribute to our survival – For our voyage will not end today! No, Today I muster all of you in our landing parties and then some, and all volunteers, to go to this planet and find Arhibin, alive. Do this, and take heart, for by our courage, we will repair New Heaven!”
As Typhera finished his speech, Monks began calling names for able bodied crewmembers to join the regular ground-teams, to hunt Arhibin down and capture him. Today, if you are not already in a Ground-team, you will be: They just called your name.
Three pillars loomed overhead: a faint, pale light flickered from them to make the morning air tolerable. The inside of the ship was an inverted sphere, land on the sides with gravity pushing out.
Outside the temple-city was dusty fields and plateaus stretching up and out into the clouded sky. Greyish brown with sand was it. “It used to be green once,” the elders would remark “Brighter than the moss on the temple-cities walls that provide the air. Ah, the days were longer, brighter, and warmer, then. Those were the days.”
By Mid-day the sun-pillars were fully lit, but somehow still strangely dim. It had never been this dark before. The people gathered outside the gates to the Inner Sanctum, with the seers and monks lived, to hear the address from the Grand Master himself. Dread and panic were in the air around the people, then Grand Master Typhera spoke.
“My People! my Brothers and Sisters! Friends and Parents and Children!” He cried. The air grew silent. “I have terrible news. I ask only for your courage against what I am about to tell you. the New Heaven is wounded! She and spoken to me to inform me of her wounds and asked for our help! We – Yes, I – have been betrayed. Arhibin the Master, and my friend, has for reason unknown to us attacked the new Heaven and tore away pieces of our ship. Today he and his team of traitors escaped custody to a nearby world, and only he knows where the New Heavens pieces have been sent.”
“But know that I mean not to dismay you, no... I mean to muster you to show courage and love and to protect your home! We will soon have a portal to this strange world opened, and I need all of you contribute to our survival – For our voyage will not end today! No, Today I muster all of you in our landing parties and then some, and all volunteers, to go to this planet and find Arhibin, alive. Do this, and take heart, for by our courage, we will repair New Heaven!”
As Typhera finished his speech, Monks began calling names for able bodied crewmembers to join the regular ground-teams, to hunt Arhibin down and capture him. Today, if you are not already in a Ground-team, you will be: They just called your name.